Shapeshifter Boyfriend: Claude Part One (complete)

Once upon a time, there was a princess who was betrothed to a very powerful king. The princess was considered very beautiful, but people thought she was strange. She liked to tell stories that often were frightening and horrible, so she was made to remain silent. The princess was excited to meet her king, and to get away from the family that had kept her silent for so long. 

Unfortunately, the king was not a much better fate than her family. The king kept a harem, massive and expansive, with as many concubines as there were stars in the sky. The princess became little more than a prisoner in her own home, only intended to take the king’s seed to produce him an heir. 

The princess kept herself busy. She often wrote her stories down and passed them out to the concubines, who had become her only connection to the outside world. Even though her stories were terrible and horrifying, those in the harem looked forward to each story with great excitement. They enjoyed her tales of ruthless men who got their comeuppance in gory ways at the end. In many ways, the stories the princess created were often the same as the fantasies of those in the harem.

The princess had many children with the king. She produced him fine, handsome sons, and beautiful, elegant daughters. Despite this, the king still did not show favor to his bride, and only allowed his first-born son out of the tower where he imprisoned the rest of his family. The first-born son only got to speak to his mother and siblings through a locked door. The concubines helped keep the son in touch with his family, giving him the stories his mother wrote. 

As the son grew up, he became strong, kind, and vengeful. He created an army out of his father’s harem. Together they rose up against the evil man and brought him down once and for all, just like in his mother’s stories. He freed his family and blessed the harem with his promise to protect them forever, just as they protected him. Under his rule, the kingdom flourished and was happy. The new king made a vow, promising he would never marry unless the kingdom approved.

I frown when I see that a page has been ripped from my book. I toss it aside and scoff, gazing indignantly out the train window. “I just bought this damn thing.” I flop back in my seat, glaring up at the dim lights on the ceiling. I have been traveling for the past two days, heading towards Edgar City, where my new job is waiting.

At my last job, something happened that I had to get away from. For the longest time, I hid myself away, too afraid to rejoin the profession I used to enjoy so much. I eventually got an email offering me a job in Edgar City. After researching the place, I decided to take the offer, and run away to a whole new world.

My career path may be a bit strange to some, but to me, it’s good work, great pay, and something I feel is never going to go away in this world, so I have security. At first, I started out as a masseuse - simple, basic - but a friend of mine got me into a program that taught healing through sexual energies. It became a passion very quickly. It’s not the seedy sort of thing people tend to make it out to be, but a genuine practice and something I take very seriously. 

The True Love’s Kiss - funny name, I know - reached out to me, offering me a job in their luxury resort. The place seemed on the up and up, even with its reputation as a No-Tell Hotel. I was eager to get away and Edgar City was far from home, so it was like I had gone from Kansas to Oz.

The True Love’s Kiss, or TLK, was inside a grand, old church, shockingly enough. Apparently, the church suffered some controversies which resulted in it being sold, and it was turned into a hotel, and now the TLK runs it. Outside, everything is the sort of romantic-gothic exterior you would dream of. Stone statues of angels and demons decorate the landings and adorn the high arched windows. There is an iron gate at the front that swings open as I step towards it. On either side of the door there are two massive statues - one an angel without a head, the other a demon without any hands.

“One only tells the truth, and the other one only tells lies. In order to get inside, you must ask them one question. How do you tell which one is which?”

The voice scares me out of my senses. My antenna fluff up twice their size, and the fluff around my neck stands on end, giving me a lion-like quality. “Excuse me?” I gasp.

Someone slips out from behind the angel, chewing on an apple. “Are you here for business or pleasure?” He’s a tiefling, tall and slender with dark blue skin, red eyes, and black hair that flows down his shoulders.

“Uh...” I hesitate for a moment as I look him over. “Are you Claude?” I ask.

“How can you tell if I am lying or telling the truth?” The tiefling smirks. He takes another bite of his apple as his eyes dart over me. 

I sigh and adjust my cloak. “Is your dick big or little?”

The tiefling grins. “It’s a fun ride.”

I look him up and down. “Liar.” I walk past him up the stairs and head for the door while he is momentarily stunned.

“What are you looking for Claude for?” He moves in front of me, opening up the door. “Pretty thing like you should only deal with the beautiful people.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ve been hired to work here,” I scoff at him. “I’m to be the new head of the massage parlor.”

The tiefling’s eyes widen. “Then you’ll be my new boss.”

“I may have to hire a new staff,” I mumble under my breath.

“No, really!” he gasps, turning from cunning casanova to timid kitten very quick. “My name is Archie,” he says.

“Inara,” I say crisply to him. 

“I’ll show you to Claude. He’ll be at the front desk.” Archie says with a shy smile. “Everyone has an act around here, most of the time. I’m usually not so confident.”

“You had me fooled,” I murmur. “I thought you were about to burst out singing ‘Gaston’.” The long hallway leading away from the front door is adorned with beautiful artwork and lined with several bright-red doors. The hall opens up into a massive foyer with a domed ceiling of gold-and-white stained glass. Chandeliers hang from the iron rafters and gargoyles glare down from the highest points on the wall.

“Oh, wow,” I whisper in awe.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Archie says with a grin. “In the mornings, it looks blue. At sunset, it goes all red. It’s amazing.”

The room is wide and open, but there are islands of sofas and chairs dotting the carpet. One section is all green, and another is all blue. The color-coded islands of comfortable furniture have me wondering if it is done for aesthetic purposes or for a particular reason.

The front desk is a massive circle in the very center of the room. There is a station at each cardinal compass point, north, east, south, and west. Archie leads me to the one at south. Behind the counter is a gangly, unassuming man. He’s tall - very tall - with a wild coif of blonde-gray hair. He’s wearing a pair of thick glasses, a tweed suit with a sweater vest and and a bow tie. 

“Claude, your new hire is here,” Archie says.

The gangly man looks up from the papers on his desk. His face is smeared with freckles, and he has the most beautiful honey-golden eyes I’ve ever seen. I’m stunned for a moment, my voice catching as I fumble to regain my thoughts. He looked so unassuming with his head down, like an awkward librarian or geeky IT guy. His eyes, though, give him something special.

“Inara!” he says brightly. “So glad to have you here!” He reaches across the desk, shaking my hand. “I thought so,” he chuckles. “Moths always have the softest hands.”

His grip is strong and reassuring, his palm so warm. I always liked to imagine how people would touch or massage, and it’s something I wonder about even while doing regular massages. 

“Thank you,” I say softly, my wings fluttering behind me.

Claude walks out from behind the front desk and takes my bag in my hand. “All your other boxes have already been taken to your new room. If you want, I can show you to your new room so you can rest. When you want a tour, just give me a call here at the desk.”

“Actually,” I say, starting to gain my confidence back, “I was hoping to see where I will be working today. After that, I wouldn’t mind a meal - one that isn’t eaten off a tray - and then a rest. I’ve basically only been sitting for two days and would love to stretch my legs.”

“Lovely legs deserve a stretching,” Claude says with a wink. He then hands off my bag to an orc in a dark uniform. “Take this to the Delicate Suite please, Malik.” He then turns, smiling at me and leading me through an archway.

“I am so very excited to have you here, Inara,” he says with a charming voice. “Things have been a bit dismal since our last parlor manager left - just ask Archie.”

Achie is still following behind us. “Things were crazy even when Mel was here.” He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Total lack of communication.”

“That all will change. I’ve been working on what I want for the place ever since I did the phone interview with Claude.” I reach into my purse, pulling out my planner and journal. “Back at the last place I worked, there were things I loved and things I hated. I’m hoping to implement my ideas here over time.”

“If you can find a system that keeps the towels folded when we need them, you’ll be improving things,” Archie huffs.

The dark hallway soon turns into white marble, and everything becomes open and airy. The room we walk into is bright and elegant, like some sort of angel cloud. There is gentle music playing and the sweet scent of vanilla and cardamom wafting in the air. The front desk of this room looks like it’s grown out of the floor - all white with accents of brilliant gold. The woman behind the desk is a moth like me, only she is a rosy maple moth.

“Abigail,” Claude says as he leans on the desk. “I have brought a gift for you all here. Is everyone busy?”

“Most of those on duty are getting set up, but I can call everyone to the front if you’d like.” Abigail’s voice is soft and cheery, and she looks very cute.

“Please do,” Claude looks over at me. “The staff isn’t what it used to be, so if you need to build up, just talk to me and we will go over hires.”

“How many are there?” I ask.

“Six,” Archie speaks up, “Including me and Abigail.” He points to the moth behind the desk. 

“So there are only four others?” I gasp. “Considering how big this place is, I thought there would be more!”

Over the intercom, the music changes to a trilling alarm noise. After a few moments, the other four employees come out from their respective rooms. There’s an orc, a pale woman I assume is a vampire, a man wearing an all-black suit and a creepy doll mask, and a girl who looks like a normal human.

“Everyone!” Claude announces joyfully. “I want you to welcome your new manager,” he says as he places his hands on my shoulders. “This is the lovely Inara. I’ve been telling you all about her to prepare you, but she has finally made it home to us.”

Claude’s hands feel so nice, I am not sure how to act as he touches me. I stiffen my back a bit and lift my chin, meeting the eyes of each of my new coworkers, or at least I assume I do. I’m not so sure about the guy in the doll mask.

“Inara, this is Joe,” he motions to the orc, “Imogene,” at the vampire, “Daya,” at the normal girl, “and Berosus,” he says to the masked one. “And of course, Archie and Abigail.”

“Hi,” I step forward a bit. “It is very exciting to meet all of you. I hope that us working together will, well, work out,” I chuckle nervously. I look at each of them. “So,” I start off unsurely. “In the next few days, I would love to meet with each of you, learn about you, how you work, what you would like to see in the future working here, and-” I’m stopped as Berosus raises his hand. 

“Yes?” I turn my attention towards him. I pray he speaks human.

Berosus lowers his hand. “Do you have a system in place for towels that we could begin implementing immediately?” His voice is so deep and sensual, I’m taken aback.

“That’s what-” I look around for a moment, “that’s what Archie said.” I furrow my brow a bit. “Are towels such a problem here?”

“We’re a massage parlor, of course they are!” Imogene huffs. “Not only that, the sex work also demands a few extra towels.”

“Sometimes we run out fairly quickly,” Daya eplies. “And they aren’t always put up properly.”

“They have never been put up properly!” Joe scoffs. “As long as I have worked here, the towels have always been a mess.”

“Where are they kept?” I ask.

“Good question,” Archie scoffs. “Everyone has their own place for them.”

“Well then, first things first. We’ll need to get cubbies.” I glance at Claude, who has been watching all this with a curious smile. “We’ll set up a section of cubbies for the clean towels and some rolling carts for the dirty ones. For the time being, laundry duty will rotate, and hopefully soon, we can have someone specifically who takes care of our laundry needs.”

My new staff trade looks then look back at me. “Let me give you a tour.” Berosus comes forward, placing his massive hand on my back.

I learn that each member of the staff has a specialty. Joe is the best masseuse in the place and has hands more skilled and flexible than an acrobat;s. Imogene mainly takes on clients suffering from period pains. Daya is a contortionist as well as a chiropractor. Then there is Berosus, whose voice works like a snake charmer’s - he relaxes clients who are dealing with pent-up stress. Archie is popular for his looks and his ability to adapt to his clients. Abigail helps clients who have dealt with serious injuries, and claims to be what she calls an ‘ass master’.

There are enough rooms in the parlor to accommodate twice as many employees, but recent mix-ups and past drama have resulted in the few there are now. I’m shown my office, but seeing how big it is, I decide to turn it into an employee room, and make the old one into the towel locker.

After that, Claude takes me away to show me to the restaurant, where I can get free meals whenever I want. “All of my employees here at TLK get free room and board if they so desire. Some live off the property, of course, but I always make sure to compensate their living expenses.”

“Wow,” I gasp. “That’s very kind of you. Does this place really make that much money?”

Claude winks at me. “Sex sells, my dear Inara.”

The restaurant is already busy, but we are waited on as soon as we sit down. I look around the romantically lit room and see people huddled together, kissing, petting, and enjoying themselves. There is a back room with a curtain and, when it opens, I can see inside to people having sex in the booths.

“You cater to everything here, don’t you?” I glance up at Claude and his beautiful eyes. 

“I try to,” Claude says, taking a bread stick and tearing it in half. “Being a shapeshifter, I’ve learned how to accommodate.”

“Oh!” I gasp. “So, you can take any shape you want? You can really be anything?”

Claude smirks at me. “Is there something you’d like to see?” he asks. “Perhaps someone you’ve longed to enjoy a date with?”

I giggle and shake my head. “I am rather enjoying you right now, Claude. Unless this is an appearance you use for customers.”

“This,” he waves his hand down his body. “Is a look I picked up before I started this place,” he says with a wink. “Something to appease the people outside.”

“I was wondering,” I murmur. “We had an interview over the phone, but this is our first time meeting in person. I was wondering if you would want to see my abilities in action. Perhaps I could give you one of my special massages so you’ll know you hired the right person for the job.”

Claude’s smile gets a little bigger. “I already know I hired the right person, but I must admit, the offer is so very tempting. You’re a beautiful woman, Inara, I won’t lie. I’d feel a bit nervous getting such special treatment from you.”

I smile brightly at his words. “It would be my honor,” I say. “Plus, I would get to know my boss so much better. I would love to have a close relationship with you.”

Claude chuckles shyly. “I usually consider myself a confident man, Inara, but you have me quite tongue-tied right now.”

Under the table, I slide my foot up his leg. His gaze doesn’t falter for a moment and I can feel myself growing more and more excited. “I’ve never massaged a shapeshifter before,” I breathe.

“That you know of,” Claude grins.

Our food is brought to us and I drop my foot down from Claude’s lap. We make light chat as we eat, but when we leave the restaurant to go to my room, Claude puts his arm around my waist. I grow warm all over, excited to spend the evening with him.

My room is all pale pink and green, and looks like something a princess would have. My boxes are neatly stacked along the walls, with all the labels facing forward. I find the one with my massage supplies easily.

“If you’d like, you can undress and lay down on the bed,” I tell Claude as I open up the box. I glance up to watch him take off his clothes. He lays them gently at the foot of the bed. I notice he is practically hairless, but as I watch, I notice a fine mass of chest hair spring up, spreading down to his stomach and then growing on his groin. Somehow he must have realized I like body hair. He lays down on the bed before I can spy more, but I will be seeing it soon enough.

“Now tell me,” I say softly as I turn on my oil diffuser and some soft music. “Do you have any trouble spots you would like me to pay attention to?”

“To be honest,” he chuckles softly, “I am mainly excited to just feel those soft hands touching me.”

“I can oblige that,” I stand beside the bed and trace my fingers down his spine. Then I remove my clothes, standing naked before him. I climb onto the bed, straddling his legs. I rub oil between my palms to warm it, then rub it into his back and shoulders. I lean forward, pressing my full body against his back. Claude moans into the pillows, and my excitement grows. I move myself so I’m straddling a thigh and I rut myself against him. My nectar smears on his skin just like the oil on his back.

I move aside and sit beside him. “Roll over,” I purr into his ear. “Let’s take care of any tension at the front.”

Claude chuckles. “Do you really talk like that?” He rolls onto his back, placing his long arms above his head.

I pet my hand down his chest and stomach to where his cock is laying. It throbs as my fingers brush against it and precum is already dribbling from the tip. “It depends on who I am working with.” I massage his thighs and legs, kneading my fingers into him. I move up, cupping his sack and gently working it. Claude’s expression melts me. Those honey eyes tell me every sensation he’s feeling. 

“Now,” I murmur, placing my hands in my lap. “Would you like a massage from my breasts,” I cup my hands around the soft peaks. “Or this.” I lift up my hips, spreading my thighs to show him my slit.

Claude chuckles. “Tough choice,” he sighs as he licks his lips. He reaches out, sliding his fingers along my dripping lips. I whimper at his touch, thrusting my hips out to feel him more. 

“What if I ask for both?” he smirks.

“Most people do,” I sigh. “What position would you enjoy for such a thing?”

Claude grins. “Dealer’s choice.” He pats his chest. “I’m happy to accept your talents any way you choose to give them.”

I weigh my options. His cock does look nice, and the curve to it makes me excited for the possibilities. I also wouldn’t mind knowing how a shapeshifter adapts to his lovers. I turn around, placing myself on his chest with my back to him. I lower down, rubbing my breasts against his belly while my tongue swirls around his tip.

“Good choice,” Claude growls as he grabs my hips. He pulls me forward, pulling me away from his loins and making me sit fully on his face. I whine a bit, worrying I’ll suffocate him, but he holds me down and firmly in place. 

I gasp out loud as his tongue slithers between my folds, growing bigger and longer until I can actually see the red thing wriggling between my legs. I then feel another one, and then a third, and they writhe against me until one slips inside. I let out a pleasured cry, clamping around it as it moves deep inside me. The second laps at my clit, swirling around it and squeezing it. The third joins the first, slipping inside so I am stretched tight and full. I cry out loud again, riding his face while his fingers dig hard into my ass and thighs. 

I fall forward, my chest smashed against his stomach. I cry out over and over, becoming a mewling kitten as his tongues thrust deep inside me, pulling a pleasure from me I had yet to enjoy. The radiant heat that flows through me is overpowering. My release is sudden and unexpected, a firecracker going off, sending sparks all through my body. I gush on his tongue, smearing my nectar down his chin and neck. I was supposed to be the one showing him how I worked, not the other way around.

I gasp as I fall onto the bed, panting and twitching like a girl with her first vibrator. Claude smiles down at me, kissing my belly and breasts as I start to breathe evenly again.

“Oh, my god-” I gulp down air. “You’re amazing.”

Claude kisses me, swirling his tongues inside my mouth. “You looked like you needed to relax.” He smooths his hands down my body - my small breasts, my waist, my belly, my thick thighs and ass. He nuzzles the fluffy ring around my neck.

“I really like you, Inara,” he purrs. “I want us to work well together in the future.” He smiles down at me. “I would very much like to work even closer with you.”

I giggle shyly. “We can work together now.” I hook my leg around his hip, urging him forward so his cock slides against my slit. “I have yet to show you how hard I can work.”

Claude bites his lip, his eyes shimmering as the lights go dim. “I’m afraid if I sample this, I will never want to stop,” he growls warningly. The room goes dark and I can see his eyes glowing. I lose my breath for a moment as his cock fits into place. His eyes never leave mine. He feels so good as he melts inside me. The deep curve of his cock rubs against the sensitive place inside. One hand strokes my face, and two more grab my breasts. Four squeeze around my thighs, lifting my legs and groping my ass. More eyes glow in the darkness, their honey color never changing. Claude holds me, kissing me with his mouths all over my skin. As he moves inside me, I can feel his power radiating to my core, spilling to my limbs. I can’t remember the last time I felt so swept away. I could find myself falling in love with Claude if I am not careful.

I wake up in the morning, my whole body like jelly. I limply reach for my phone only to find Claude asleep next to me. He’s returned to his gangly human form, but there are markings on his skin showing that there are many closed eyes all over his skin. I kiss his lips and he slowly awakens with a smile on his face.

“Oh good, I didn’t kill you after all,” he teases. “Beautiful Inara, did you sleep well?”

“I think I was mainly unconscious.” I kiss him again. “I was supposed to be showing you a good time, boss.”

Claude moves his hand under my wings, rubbing my back gently. “I got excited. It’s not often that happens, you know? I work here too, and I pride myself on adapting to all the unspoken needs my clients have. I’ve never had a body sing to me the way yours did, Inara.”

My heart is sputtering and praying for a moment of rest. “Is that so?”

Claude nods. “You needed something, some sort of healing.” He brushes his soft fingers against my cheek. “If you need me, I will give myself willingly,” he whispers into my ear. “I’ll help you find a way to heal.”

I hide my face on his chest as the tears start to spring up.

“What’s the matter?” Claude puts his warm arms around me. 

“The reason I am here, the reason I left my last job-” I whimper. Claude sits up and holds my face between his hands. “A client took advantage of me,” I confess. “He did things… He locked the door and he-”

Claude kisses my forehead. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. Here, I make sure everyone feels safe. Clients, employees, lovers.” He smiles gently at me. “I’ll make sure the massage parlor has a guard on duty from now on, until you feel safe working with clients alone again.” Claude kisses the tears falling from my eyes. “And I will punish anyone who breaks the rules here.” His strong arms hold me close. “I’ll take care of you, Inara.”

I cling to him, feeling safe in his embrace.